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VOL. IX.
Without Any Effort
B." B~:ATRICY. "'AI.O~"';, '35
QltlNCE DlIlIas of Dllrrel stormed
lloout his royal rooUl, hurling ugly
words at his \'alet who WIU stand·
ing by the telephone. T he I'rince'8
teml)cT WIU anything but calm II~ w&.'l s hown
by the ,'chemcnce with ,,·hich he hurled
e"Cr}' objcc::t within his reach on the Hoor.
" Tell her I must see her !" he shouted,
" tod ay! now!"
The "alet 1I10,'ed rapidl~' to twoid the Hy­ing
missles and, with an attitude of fore­bcaTlIllce,
turned to the instrument.
" You understand," he said l)eTSulUi\'cI~' ,
"the I'rillce is vcrr ~nxious to sec the Prin­cess
.Elissa. Kindly consult regarding such
lin engagement."
There WIIS II period of silence. Then th o!
Prince, who had subsided fer a moment,
jumpe(l up. ,
"Jo; nga/{ement! Appointment! Denying
me-! Gi,'e me that phone! Hello," he
said 5e"e rel}', " I say, are you there?" He
waited but the hum ot the wire wu his onh'
response. He j erked the Ilook, banged tile
reeeh-er ; 1111 "-115 quiet.
The "alet stood at terrified a ttention, not
da ring to ti ti r, then, turning, remai ned open­mouthed
In utonishment. For Prince 0 01l1lS,
rather t han calling out the militia in hi ~ fury,
WIIS si tti ng mot ionless in a chai r, hb fair
head buried in hi ~ IUl.nds.
Severa] days late r, Prince Dllllu a rrived
in the Killgdom ot Shelby. Twilight comes
quickly there, and the Roys] Palace wu a
g lory of flight when he entered, the g low
making the towering pile of stone a magic
I)]ace. He felt a hit of ecstasy, hea ring the
swirl of Elissa's silken gown, and much
more when, looking UI), he saw her descend
the broad curving staircase. For the Prin­cess
Elissa WIIS hcoutiful, not in the goldcn­hili
red, fllir~,-ta le Illll.nner, but l u!Jtlely,
g]lImorously. Curl ing dnk hllir, I)ale arllls
alld hands exquisitely molded- these mere
complements to the lovdy face. She was so
like a I' i, ion that the Prince, in spite of the
frequcney of their meetings, wu always a
little startled to find her real, and he was
brellthless now when he I8W her eoming,
h ... ard her I'oiee.
" Hello, Osl," she elilled cardenl}', "~'ou
look 81 If you had the Cll res of 1111 Darrel
on your nice broad shoulders. \Vhat's new?"
"Nothing but t he moon. Come IIlong and
ride."
JUNE, 1934
QUESTION
lI i911 il nI!jIJerire-mu/ Itar·croTcucd
Ot:cr c/crlliliu of Mill it IWCCpl ,
J.'lo"9ibl~ i, !II!! Ile r;~c , rcmo l ~ from
Thc T{!Orlr/ that 9ra,P' at Il0Ihi"9'lcu-alld
U·U/" .
Iligh il >119 dnire-too hi9h for
M!/ hOllC 10 louell-the vallc!! Ilrelchu gTCCR
/JNI ullucilillg-J. t1,c~c pca~~ i .. II ~i"Ci"9
For Ixall./!! ,,"allai>lablt: bIOI uc" j!
EUuu /JIlT"', '86
"I'd rather walk in the ga rden."
f: li ssa awaited his repl,\' somewhat fea-r­full.'".
One simpl,\' didn't diugree with this
di sarming ."Olll'g prince--that i ~ no one but
herself, for results might be dbtressing. Yet
where wu it gctting her? She 10l"ed him
so terrib]~'----cou]dn 't help it, but she mud
not let him go on hal"ing anything he desired
lit his slight'.'st indiClition. He must be made
to realia:e thll.t some .... here people existed .... ho
would not al .... a'·s submit to his wishes. Since
they had been ~hild rc n, he-
But 0111 was saying tenderly, " Just os
you wish, El issll."
The Princess liftcd an amaa:ed eyebrow.
Dal-deferring to someone else? And graci­ously,
at that. She ~ta red at the pampered
darling of the court and aga in reflected . She
might be wrong. Oh, she hoped-
"Well, let's go," said Dill.
The gllrdens werc drenched in si"-cr
bell.lllS of spa rkling dew. Count less stau
lighted the litt]e path where the Prince and
tIle Princess Wefe walking, lind a]] WliS
5Crenit~, until Elissa remarked:
"Wc.nderful , this ~lI ut~'. The whole world
is lo,-ely tonight, don't .'"ou imagine? Women
ha.-c IlIlIde it 50. Sometimes 1 think men arc
horribly ungrllteful not to reali~e it."
"So .... e·re starting that again! 'Women
the wondcr creations'- thc superh, the un­conquerable!
I suppose they made the
night," Dal 1I1most snorted in hb indignll'
tion.
"We do s lot towll.fds ulll],;!ng it for many
people. You men think you're splendid with
hatt]es lind conquests and dull projects.
Wh}', you couldn't exist without us. 'Vornen
hold in thcir I)alms the beauty you crll,·e."
Elissa I)aused, holding Iler arms out drll­mll.
tieall}, and, before she could resist, the
P rince hsd her hands in his. It WliS quite
plain that he wl's in no debating mood . She
(Cont inued on I)oge scven )
No.7
Youth in a Godless World
By II Membr,T of Ih ~ Clau of '37
(DHEN for the safeguarding of his
fllith thc Catholic child is cducllted
in Clltholic s('hoob, it is con~i dercd
iue\'itllble that he will number
I1I1IOng his fr ie ud~ only fellow-Catholics.
Thi$ is hut theory, howel'e r, for every
Catholic \,outh has a number of non·Catholie.
IImong ];is compllnions. That i~ especially
true in Illy Cllse, for though I come of
Clitholie schools, church, lind famil~' I 11111 in
the midst of .\-oung men and women who
hll"e not known II religious tr aining of any
kind. They arc, for all they know of re­ligion
or philoSOI)hy, li"ing in II Godlen
world. By that I do not mean to imply that
they are immoral. They arc normal young
men and women who Clln he eongrucntly
compared with young Clitholic men lind
women until they cnter the realm of religion,
lI.nd its companions, ethics and philosophy.
On the f utrllte I I)IISS time congenia lly
with IIn~' or 1111 of them. Ho,,-ever, I am
nel'er Ill ti sfied with just thllt unrevealing
surface. Whene\'er I find t he opportunity­and
I am often the lIuthor of it- I try to
scrlltch that hull opaque col-c ring on the
st rll)" chance of making lin opening for 111.1'
eager cyes. Asking a somewhat philosophical
question, or turning an ethical light on any
current event or belief, often crelltcs my
opportunity. Then I begin to a nllly~e,
question, wondcr, in my scareh to understand
their foreign view.. Do they, ean they
really belie"e there is no God ?
Of course it would he 1I l"Il. lueleSi quest if
the indil"idulll weren't reasonllble t noulth to
hll"e sincere, intelligent beliefs, or disbeliefs,
and rtuons for them. Naturally there is an
ignora nt c1a$l, as well as an intelligent, of
thcse youthH. Usually, at least in my very
limited e:<periencc, the ignorant are ntheistic
"-hen the~' lu e anything. But those tlliuking
young men and women provide a sur prising
e:<pe ricnce. They lire daily aiJsor iJing and
e"oh'i ng new methods of deducing ideas, not
to l)rOVe the ex istence of God, but H is rK)I1-
existence. They lire youths whose whole
being erics out for a God to balance their
Ih'es, lind WllOse mind eagerly seek. ways of
closing all possiblc entrances for that God.
They must wanl Him. Why would they
relentlessly continue that outward indiffer­ence
and inwllrd restlessness if thev had no
qualms? If they complacently and slllugly
(Continued on page six)
Courting the Muse
Dr FflASCES Flscm:fl, '37 roy good people, a re you lyrie-con­SciO
ll~? When .vou hear the seintil­lilting,
poignant words of our most
popuklr tunes, docs your heart
swell with nppreeis tion of the master minds
who have COllcoctl"rl these delightful ph rases?
Are uot all writers of lyrics Ilioueers, eon­stalltly
seekiug some uew method to enehsnt
IIsl Consider for a moment the breath-tn.k­ing
da ring of the man who fi rst r hymed
" bloom" with "moon." And could a ny poet
su rpass t his, culled from one of (lur newer
S(lngs:
"Offer to share his bu rden
Tell him to say the word 'n'
You will see him t hrough'"
I t seems to me that these men with sou l,
theae modern geniuses of t he ti rst wllter, are
too litt le publicised, too little a ppreciated.
T he other day I was wlllki ng down t he
strcet, sing ing, \'e r~' quietly I t hought, one
of my favorite tunes. The Iyrist responsible
for the words of this tune will be enshrined
fo rever in my memor~'. T he verses ha\'e a
sibilant charm which insinuates itself deep
into IU.v sensiti,'e soul. To give you an ex­ample,
1111 the lines end in "iss"; hiss, bliss,
miu, this; uud the climax comes in n trium­phant
"kiss," An old gentleman, n bit
negligent as to sartorial detail, suddenly
rose fronl II neurby curb lind said to me,
"A I'e r~' cotel'.I· melody, that, but the
words-not origin!ll-j ust a steal from
fo rmer days of I.\'fic excellence. I m~'se lf
hal'e eomposl"rl I~'rics with much morc power
{lnd appeal than these, but look at me today,"
I took his ",d,-ice, I d id look a t hhu-his
bstterl"rl hat, his half-bald head, the fe"erish
g leam in his e~'es, (a uew set of words as
yet un produced probabl~' the cause ) and his
mouth, a bit wistful. Suddenly I begsn to
fi nd here and there is this remarkable pe r­son
80mcthing familiar. [had it !
"Call it be;" f asked, " t hat you arc really
Chll nt A. Newtune? YOllr fll ('e seems so
like Ids."
" AIII$, res, all too true," sa id the lIlan,
oncc one of t he world's best h 'rie writers.
He then told me his pitiful sto;y,
Always lIOmethinll of an ex pe r imenta list,
Newtune had deeided to ereate a 8et of
words di s tinct l~' specb eular. H is e fforts
culminated in dashing lyrics in whieh he
had the temeritr to rhyme "fog" with "dog"
and "bog" with '"log." T he civilized world
Was scandalized, shocked beyond mention. It
could only condemn this during pionee r.
Down, down, he fell until he reuehed the
lowest sta tion of life, l'l ere only a few
fnt ihful fri ends remainl"rl to him. .
"Modem lyric writers," he coneluded,
"should be shot ! Ther hal'en't the courage
of their com'ictions, T hey a re still writing
the twaddh- and bosh that we progrenil'cs
diwllinld in m,' d",',"
" But Mr. N'ewtune," I Ilrotested, "music
ne,'er dies. Surely these lyrics made dear
to us throllgh time should also be eterna l."
" Poppycock! he shouted, a fanatical glellm
in Ilis shining eyes, "there should be crusad­ers,
during pioneers in the Iyrist fi eld to
attempt new th ings as I did."
THE G L EA N ER
Par a sites
B ~' i\l"RO"RI!T ELLEN BIi:~NI!TT, '37
All my life, there has been one "Uitude,
one Ilhase, one wearbome t rait in the make­up
of my fello ll'- hci ngs whieh has d ril'en
me almost to the brink of i' lsant it}", or un~'­way
to a fai r degree of eXIISI)eration. It
makes me think, "Oh, whal's the user" It
makes me wallt to [en,'e people to their own
sweet boredom, for that is in fact the ,'ery
essence of the matter-having to put ull
with mental parasite., I speak he re not so
much of the mueh--diseussed pampered heir
to bill ions, but rat her of those indi"id uals
who depend solely on t he in itiati"e and
original ity of their companions for not only
their in terest in life, their IImusements, but
even the barest e" idclIce of t heir mental
eapaeit.v, I t makes me wonder if even death
ill all its loneliness will st ir t hem from their
apathy. Bad enough is their own lack of
innate mental stimulus, but you should hear
them complain of t he deficiencies in t he
wi nd, ai r, and water, when these elements
fail to p rm'ide some excitement or change to
g ratify the de.ire. of their dulled brnins.
It almost seem. 118 if the less one uses the
talents with which the Almighty has ell ­dowed
one, the t hicker becomes the co,'ering
on the cranium, until the gray matter is no
longer Illerely sleellillg but either dead, or
shril'eled and warped beyond all recognition
CI'en of itself, an inanimate ohj ect, tit pos­sibl.
I' for II lIledielll museulIl.
Three-fourths of t he ungranted wisllc, of
the world, I'll wager, could be lllid to the
laziness of the wisher, her i n abilit~, to real­ize
her. own possibilitie8, and her depe ndence
for any thoughts, opinions, or decisions on
the li velier brnins of those about her. Pos­sibly,
in a charitable mood, }'ou ma~' t hink
that this pe rpe tUAl lIIentAI slagllatioll mil.\"
be att ributed to a belief, on the part or
many, in the infinite mercy of God, in the
belief that the Lord will rewllrd ou r prayers
if whllt we II rc praying for is good for us.
However, I believe t hat the lord helps those
who help thcmsel ,'e8. I say this not in an
agressil'e 8pirit lit a.ll, but merely as a state­ment
of facl. Personally, I milch Ilre£er to
hellr the words, "Let's H~' to the moon,"
even though it seems impossible, thun hea r
the old rdrlli n, "Wha.t shall we do now?"
or " I wish somet hing would happen. This
p lace is quieter el'e r~' dar,"
I could hold my news no longer. "There
is," I whispered. "A f riend of mine has
just fi ni shed It set of words inspired hy II
famous crooner, II singer of the true Mae­onian
strain. In these lyrics," f continued,
" the climax comes when the lines end in
"rcnde",,'ous" then "i nten'iew" and, finally,
in a hcart-rending "oo-oo-ooh!"
The old man seemed stunned. Gone all
fa naticism, all skepticism. He grasped my
hand warmly and whispered , tears st reaming
down his time-worn checks, " I should lo,'e to
meet your f riend."
After II bit more intelleetual, critical con­"
ersation, we parted reluetllntly, two souls
with II great connecting bond between us.
Next Tuesd ay, r huv!': ar rllnged to bring my
~y ris t f riend and Mr. Newtune together.
The Last Days
Zr.LOA LYONS, '87
Through t he gray dawn, 1\ British ship
plowed its wuy through the foam ing Atlunt ie,
carrying the Emperor to im p ri~o nm e n t, to
death, Nllpoleon, great in fa ilure und de­fea
t, stood at the rail of the ship, watch ing
t he last of his belol'ed F rench soil fade into
obscurity. When just a dim line of the coast
remained , swiftly bending into the surround­ing
mist, the li tt le man who had made kings
r idiculous, the greatest emperor since Charle·
msglle, turned a pale face, lind with droop­ing
shoulders, wns sup ported to his cabin.
Kot all the armies of his enemies had e,'er
made Kapo[con turn so pille as that last
sight of France.
He suffered g reatly d uring that voyage.
He hlld illter nul ulcers which the ignorant
doctors were always irri ta ting. For a yea r
Na poleon was almost dril'en mad with
Ilain. Ne.'e rtheless, he huilt d reams of a
new life in America. But before any of
those dreams might come true, he d ied ill his
misera ble p rison house, a building afterward
turned into a Il ig-s t~-.
For nineteen ~'ears, Xapoleon's corpse reo
mained on St. Helena'.. A.nd then, on a
bitter December morning, he made his last
a nd most Dlagnilice llt e lltr~' into Pll ris.
Slowly his bod,l' WIIS borlle in silence to the
dome of the IIlI'alides. The thousands of
speetutors could not control their clllotiollS,
reali~i n g the puthos und signijieance of the
trag ic scene. We ma~' read on the tomb of
the g reat conqueror, '"I wish mv uhes to
repose on the banks of the Sei ne i~ the midst
of the French people,"
7'0 ,., liO.iRDER
[II u'hut fa ir (joldn~ ruen lodge. 90l,r de­HgMf
Whal cOlli/alii ,olilce 'UIII>1IO II' !Iou from all
oll r gilded goall1
Or 10 whll! hidden niUlic do !lOll ,lei'
L ighlly 1111<1 , urd!! over , hlldOTl!etl ,lIoul.1
0, lI,'ee' lind It:crt:/ive, wily do,, 't you lell1
"'h.lf TCO II'I !Iou .hart: 'witll u, 90ur Irea,ured
hoartl,f
Come, .I,!! componre, drop your gentle "lieU
Anti whi'per now /I,e lome/MIIU we've im­plored!
1"rl feelltt'e ~'IIOTc !lOll llal'e no wor/I, to tell
it-
'1'1,,· hearl will ever felld iI, glo ry from Ihe
. Irllll!lcr III the gll/p-
A,III ./jOIi "live dmlt; enol/U" /0 lcillg
. rOllr l"al,e ll i"g ,"lile i"lo 0 11. too importllllutr
A"d grr.tI!} brlli". What if Tee CIIIIIIol 're
1'he pauillU 'u" !lour flower-face rver III"" ", lJ." all ./four Ih;n;ng pre,ence, Of"", tt'e h'OT"
iI" '0.
ANd in our nighl Teh!l .holild l"e imporlune
Of the 'f"a r l.:ilHll!l ,llIr !Iou ' lie
Si .. ce i .. you r ,ar/il e!Jt:I t,'e find i! true
""d I!uvillg !Jon, clear Slar Mirror, Tt'e will
1101 Need
'1'0 lallr tilt rerap"-breaJ 1t'flerl'OIl you fu d.
Jmle LHl er, ' B(J
TH E GL !';ANE R P.~ Tbree
RECENT BOOK REVIEWS
"1'1111 Hill , Are R ead9 for Climbing"-A
Compilation of Poem' b!l UnJtlrgraduatu of
A"" rica" Coll~gu. With an INtrodu ction ".'1 William llou He.ut. 118 pp. New Yorl.:. lIAST .I·ellr when the Century of
Progreu exhibition was being
planned, Anna Hempstead Branch,
preliident of the Poet,' Guild,
wanted an anthology af college "erse lIS .. n
n hibit. In reSIJonse to tIle invit .. tion !JeIlt
to e"cry accredited college in the United
Sbte. and its depelldencies, some fiften hun­dred
poellls were submitted to .. committee
of fi"e who d Iose eighty-one of them. Only
sixt~· colleges .. re re]Jresented, and by no
means s!i the renow ned ones. Although
Princeton and Dartmouth ha" e poems in the
collection, there arc none from Harvllrd or
Yah.---and these eOTllparisons might be multi·
plied.
There ia more variety in 1'he Hill. Are
Reo./!! for Climbillg than one usu .. lly linds
in CQllege anthologies. The poems u nge in
theme from " Petition" b~' George Abbe of
the Unh'ersity of ~ew H .. mIJshire, which
begins with the l)foyer,
"Lord will You w .. lk with me a nother dav"
and elous with the line .
"Lord will You walk with me until my
death" .
to thc omusing cyniciSTll of "Genuflection"
by ~Ji!dred Higby Wile of Bennington Col­lege,
Vermont:
"Life i, like a pu.ent
from IHI all1lt.
Tre 'kuita/e, aNd 9tt
T('e know Tce ean',
llefUle the tking-
01111 .0 u,'tl kiu her
meekt!} on tl"" cl.eek
althoNgh Tce'd rather
It'ot:e the room and ,"rick
OUr hate of aUNt,
01111 gift' of life."
It is ~ urprising to note thllt though there
i! much religiou! poetry in the I'olume, the
student, of Catholic C<llleges here rep re­sented
are not the lIuthors of it. Either we
ha,'e become so accustomed to the inspira­tien
of our religion th .. t we no longer rc­spond
to it or we are too wary of being
CIt.lled pious. We le""e the interpretlltion
of what we hold most ~;'Icred to poets who,
howe"er sensiti,'c, are less well able to make
it thnn we. ".\i .. r~'" by Horriet M. Veris
of Syracuse Uni" ersity, st:lrtlts us by its
lack of understllnding of Our Lady, We
cannot illlogine ~llIry saying,
"1'he ~!JtlI of the e"ftle
,·lre 'lIclllllcl ... ild
WI,!! do kiNg. t('Orll.il'
.\1!1 little cltildfl
1'he stobie i. clark
7'00 dim , too eold,
7'IIe9 ,holl.ld have brought love
lurtead of gold."
when she knew herself to be tIle Mother of
the God of Lo .. c. T here are also poems on
"Jea' Jne d'Arc" and "SlIint J oseph," the
I .. tter an "PIJreeiatil'e but .. nacil ronistie
treatment of the Foster- Father. l,ueille
Fletcher of Vassar treats of the first Christ­mas
from an or iginlll point of ,'iew in " There
" 'as No Room for Them al the I nn."
In spite of the "oriely of theme found in
the collection, the youthful p reoccupations
with death lind the sea and heutbre .. k are
quite apporent. T here is perhaps less
lIletrical expertncss th .. 11 was shown in the
older anthologics of college verse but there
is gre.atcr .tlatu rity of thought. William
Rose Benet says of that, in his introduction
to the book:
" This new genera tion seems to do a deal
of its own thinking--alw .. ys 'lin C3:eellent
thing. If the thought is necessarily not par­ticularly
weighty as yet, the turns of it lire
sometimes artfully ex pressed. And among
these trial flights certain of the )lOCh arc
alre .. dy testing their wings to good purpose."
In gener .. l, though the poems show eom­puati\'
c1y little metrical ""nge and some­times
su ffer from lack of voc .. bulory, their
phraseology is not deril'atil·e. There arc of
course some reminiscent qualities whicb are
natu ral. In "Trogedy" by Glenn William
S .. xter of the Uni,'ersity of Oklahoma, there
is II fa int echo of Edwin Arlington Robin­son's
"Minh'er CheeI'Y," and Herman F.
Schlitz's transl(lt ion of lliehe]>in's "Song of
Marie des Anges" cannot but rceoll Herbert
T rench's morc sehol arll' effort. The bit of
free "erse, "To J ohn 'Donne," would ha,'e
horr ified thot worth~' De .. n of St. Paul's.
" Thc )Ionk's Epitap'h" i, eert .. inlr succinct
e,'en if it does not possess some of the quali­ties
we usuoJJ~' demand in poetry. It runs
as follows:
" H e lived
Saw lig"t
Loved God
A,lIl died."
The title of the book hll$ apparently been
tftken f rom the poeUl "And a Child Sings"
b.l· Isabelle Welty of Whitman College, in
which the following $ta n~ a occurs:
"I hat:e ",,,i ted for ,0mell.iNg
UNtil il eo"'e-
JJlindi'llg fla,k
And" '''oNted Name.
.\1.'1 limb. orr: "rONg willi lill inNer fl"me­I
,holt be free in tlltl morning--
And the },ill. are re"d!J for clin.biNg."
Although thc re"iewer for the Xew York
Times remarks that the mortality rate is
"'~ry high among college poets, we cnn hArdly
close without proplu;sying that some of tl,e
l10mes includcd among the contributors to
the anthology will become more widely
familiar a$ timc p .. ues. At any r .. te the
collection is a plc .. s .. nt reminder to the
world of the high hopes and intelleclUll1 .. d­ventures
which crown college life.
EI..NOR N. RoellE, '35.
H ilaire Belloe lind Gilbert K. Ches terton
ha"e been knighted in the Order of St. Greg­ory
the Great by Pope Pius XI in recogni­tion
of their litera ry defense of the church.
FISH ON FRIDAY
By L EON",RIl J. FEENC\', S. J.
"Delicious" is the only word opplicablc
to it. It seems stilted to sa)' that it is un­usuol
or interesting; it 's so I'e ry, very
fri endly. J ust like the tidbits of hi s simple
lovable poctry-only these sketches ATe a
wee bit more subsulIltial-bonbons; under­neath
the sweet, sweet exterior is the body
or essence which is ex .. etly what we want,
but it is hidden-a surpriu, tasting the bet­ter
therefor.
Father Feeuey has a tender, delightful
touch to his pen, and his sympathetic treat­ment
of ,Ioe J>alla"icino, Mrs. Boggiano and
Cousin Willie ple .. ses Ul;', for we I,al'e met
other J oes .. nd Cousin Wi1lie~-they nre old
friends to us. Father Feeney is not writ­ing
strange things or telling us odd f .. elli
hut he is renewing old sensations .. nd experi­ences.
We would ha"e hemmed and hawed
ond bumlJed head with "My Little Minister"
and felt just the same emb .. rrassed woy;
then, when the ice was broken, ju~t ~ lleh II
cool, restful sensation would ha,'c ]Jllued
through us.
A few tempting snlltches:
"1 went to aWllrd the degree of T. T.
( Tin~' Theologian) to any six or se,'en year
old dogmatist who could answer two ques­tions
on the Blessed Eneharist without fall·
ing into patent heresy."
"A little Illind is like a little bird. It
require¥ time li nd IJ .. tience to coax it out of
itl nest. But once aware of its wings and
sure of its billa nee, it will not be long in
exploring ond possessing the open sky."
A eilorae ter istic description :
"She wns fifty in her wrinkles, forty in
her cntllllsillSIllS, t ldrty in her dress, twenty
in her coiffure Ilnd up and down her teens
in her ideu."
One minute "ou think Father Fceney is
going to d ~8C ;i be something superl1otural,
but then it turns out to be "er~', \'ery human
and pathetic. You oetually feel S ister
Bridget's dejection ... hen she comes back to
ea rth after Leing rcsigned to acCC]Jt the
state of sainthood .
A priest is a ,'ery, very human being ond
often his outlook on life differs frolU ours
onl~' in being more attuned to sympotily and
fecJi n!t, as Asthore, Little Slipper Street,
The J ourney and Skeenarinka prove. A de­licious
book! "A study of human nature
lind of the fun a Catholic can get out of
life."
ABBIE MOSEV, '36, ----
The lite rary world Joms with C..tholie
edue .. tional world in mourlling the dedh of
the ltc,'. Cllar les L. O'Donnell, C.S.C., presi·
dent of Notre Dame University, who died
June -1-. H is death ends a remarkable career
in the fi elds of religion, letters, alld edul':lI­tion.
Page Jo'our
Hansa Stadt, Hamburg
By I NGF.IlORG GlUE, '36
B F IVE hour ride from the mouth
of the Elbe at Cuxha,-en, directly
upstream, will bring you to the city
of Hamburg. I'rogrcss br boat is
slow for the channel of the river is winding
and treacherous and onl y an experienced
pilot is qual ified to g uide the ship through
the ma~ e of sand banks and shoals. The
tediousness of the journey, however , is some­what
rclie,'cd b,I- the strange new sights
found on land and water. E ven a long
ways from Hamburg there is considerable
traffic ; oceall liners pass- f reighters and
passenger boats-bound for el'er), known
IltIrt of thc world,
Of eoursc el'eryone on board waves to you,
Soon- after the passengers have left behind
them the stormy North Sea and hal-c sailed
into the English Channel; after they have
passed the perpendicular chalk cliffs of
DOl-er and the French Calais ; wheu they
will ha l'e sai led past the Isle of Wight and
docked a while at Sauthamptoll ; and ",hen
ti,e lights of Cherbourg, shining like beacon
ligllts through the night, will ha\'e fad ed in­to
nothingness-there sha ll be naught but II
vast and Iimi t lcss expanse of s k~' and water,
with 110t el'en an occasional ship to rel ieve
the trying monotony, Small wonder, thcu,
that they are trying, as long as it is humanly
possible, to keep in contact with a people
and II civilization that they mao\, ne,'er see
again.
On either side of vou are mllrshv we!l­cultivated
lowla nds , \ 'ou see vast t;acts of
cherry orchards. Frequently lighthouses and
dikes loom up before you, That little hill
on the left, at whose foot and up whose side,
a town nestles S(I picturesquely, is Sui berg,
the only ele,'ation in the vici nity. T he town
is Blankenese, a favorite SundllY afternoon
resort of the people of Hamburg, H ere
they may wander leisurely through the deep
and shady decr Ilark, swim in t he Elbe, and
hal'e coffce and cake atOll the Sui berg in the
warm afternoon sunshine, while they watch
the procession of tiny ships slowly sailing
past below them.
As you allproach Hamburg, the Elbe be­comes
wider alld wider and el'er more active,
F r uit barges, fi shing boats, tugs, ferrier lind
sailboats seem to be e,'erywhere, so that now
t he warning siren of the steamer is more
frequent, Altona, Hamburg's Prussian sis­t
er-city, is situated on the left; on the right
are some of the world's largest shillyards,
As fa r liS the eye can reaell, it sees only
smoke-st acks lind chimneys, and sails and
scaffolds aud hulls of ships. The hustle a nd
bustle of Hambu rg'S harbor seems never end­ing
; it continues night and day, And over
it all watches with stern e)'e, a colossal
statue of IJismark, Germany 's iron chancel­lor,
who is buried in Friedrichsruhe, a few
miles south of the citl',
Through thc I'c ry ileart of Hambu rg, and
iuto the Elbe, flows the charming little
Alste r, which in the innermQst part of Ham­burg
widens into two lakes, the Blunen and
the Aussen-Alster. On the Aister, you see
no coal tugs lind fruit ba rges, no unsightly
steamer" ( for Gcrmans do not cOlllll1ercial -
T HE G LEANE R
ize beauty. ) You see only stately white sail­boats
and trim canoes tilled with laughing
young people. Here are 'no shipyards and
uglr factori es, but wel! -kept parks and mag­nificent
villas,
Around three sides of the Binnen-Alster
are exclusive department stores and office
buildings, separted from the ril'er by wide,
tree-pl"nted a,'cnues, As you pass from the
Binnen-into the Ausseu-Alster, you see on
th eimmediate left, set back agllinst the trees,
the Hamburg ."lIcht club. Almost opposite
is II modern bathing estllbli shment, A little
farther on is a fll11l0US coffee-house, ca lled
Wa Il'estchuder Fahrhaus, Its delightful
situation is especially im'iting to boatmen
and canOCrS who might W(lnt to rest a while
under the cool shade of willow trees and re­fresh
tlucmsek es with a cup of coffee and a
piece of Torte, All about you white s"'ans
are gliding over the waters, lending di stinct.­h'e
grace and charm to the ri" er,
Now the Alster becomes Ilarrower and,
instead of seeing the fronts of villas, you sec
only their lovely gardens. Weeping willows
ou either side form a perfect archway or
screen for those canocu who wish to observe
unobserl'cd. Up here there are few sailboats
but" great number of flat, cl,llloe-like boah,
broad at both ends, These canocs are quite
safe and rarely lose their equilibrium, so that
their occupants can recline peacefully a mong
the downy pillows, Iisteuing to the music of
a phonograph, and drillking coffee at all im­provised
ta ble which boasts of embroidered
doilies and even a I'ase of flower s. As you
get farther a way from the ci tr, yOll see
vegetable lind flowcr gardens, rented by
people who lil"e in alla rtment houses aud
t encments and who like a small plot of their
own to culth'ate,
Quite suddenly rou will find vourscl f in
a woodland country, POJlpenbll'ttel. The
Alster has become so narrow and shallow
that further Ilrogress by boat is impossible,
But, if course rou did not el<pect to ride all
the lime ( if you arc in Germany, you 1IIu, t
walk !) and a trip through the woods will be
delightful. The trees lire, fo r t he 1110st part,
beeches and oaks with an occasional pine
clearing, Poppenbuttel is one of the places
where Ila rents t ake their children at E as ter
to look for E aster eggs, The children el< ­peet
to find eggs here (and the~' always do)
for they ne"cr go through the little forest
but that they sce a t least a dozell rabbits
seampcring through the underbrush, You
will frequently sce deer and, if you knock
agllinst a tree trunk, t hey will stand still for
a momellt. Li.~ te n to the woodpecker !-if
YOI1 did not know you were alone, you would
think somcone was drilliug a t a tree, And
there-look a t the salamander sunning itself
011 a stone, And a ll the whil e, birds a re siug­ing
happily iu the treetops, and from a di st­ance
("omes the homely call of the cuckoo,
After about an hour's walk, a golden,
wal'ering fi eld of grain suddenly stretches
out before ~'Oll, Sprinkled th rough it, like
shining sta rs, are brilliant red poppies and
deep blue corn flowers, eomiug into view
whenever the slight est br ee ~e stiu the re­sp
lendent g rain. And list en, listen- the
deep afternoon stillness is stllrtlingly broken
br the glorious song of the la rk, high, high,
above you.
Hamburg, founded br Charlemagne, is
thc second largest cit~, in Germany and in ~ 11
E urope only London surpasscs the extent of
its commerce. Of course shipping is not its
onlr means of carrying on trade. Hamburg
boasts of a well equipped modern airport
and its main dep<lt is one of the largest of
the world. Street cars, subwar s, elevated
and suburban tra ins t ake ca re of transporta­tion
wi thin t hl! ci t~, and its ad j acent eom­muties,
Sel'eral beautifuU,' built stone
bridges conl1ect the two banks of the Elbe
Ril'c r, but the greater part of the traffic
makes usc of ferries and the Elbe T unneL
l\t tirst impression Hamburg seems like
any other modern metropolis with its tall
apa rtment and office buildings, schools and
theaters, its broad streeh and bustling
crowds, But on closer inspection we catch
a slowly d,I'ing spirit of its old world atmos­phere
in Gothic Cathedrals and gabled
houses, in cobble stone pal'ed little alleys,
in picturesque old fountains and monuments,
Hornburg, besides a botonical garden, has
two zoological ga rdens; a municipal one
located in the centcr of the city and a pril'ate
one Hagenbeck, in SteHing<: r, a suburb, Of
the two Hagenbeeks Tierpark is br far the
la rger , better pll,lnned, and luore beautiful.
On either side of the massil'e stone and
iron cntrance to the Tierpark are two im­mense
seulpturcd lions said to hal'e becn
erected to the memor." of the 'ti rst two lions
Hagenbeek el"er owncd , Just inside the llark
is the administration building eonta iniug an
elaborate and spacious Kaffie where I'isitors
may ha" e their lunch and afternoon coffee.
From the t errace of the Administration
building we look upon a deep and reed-grown
pond, peopled by all species of water fowl,
large and small, foreign and domestic, Be­hind
the pond and silhouetted against the
sky are steep eliffs lind p recipitous ,rock
formation, where deer, chamois, antelopes
and "' ild sheep roam u if in their natil-e
mountain regions.
All along the spacious al'enues ou the
Iltlrk, screaming and talking parrots, free
to lIy about, are sitting on perches ; pea ­cocks
arc proudly strutting amid the sllrub­berr
with their beautifully colored t ails
opened into a glistening fan ; ol'c r)lCad small
Ulonke)'s are jumping nimbI)' from tree to
tree,
'Vherc,-er possible, cages and iron fences
hare been al'oided, but where it was neces­sary
to use them they hal'e been skill f ully
concealed by pla nts and bushes.
At tir st glance the park seems a paradi se
where all kinds of wild anima ls are peace­fully
and ha rmoniously lil' ing together, Lions
and t igers secm to be sunning themsellTs
upon large rocks; thci r cubs are playing be­neath
palm t n"es in the midst of a spacious
al'cnuc, as it were, Seals aud pola r bea rs
arc entirel." at hOUle in la rge and deep arti ­fici
al poob at the foot of artifi cial mountains
and cliffs between one hundred and one
and fift.', feet high, i\lonke~'s are also
allowcd to roam free on cliffs and mountains;
only gorillas aud ora ng-outangs are kept in
(Continued on page six)
Inheritance
By MARY LAW, '86 mORK f .om morning 'till night, night
' till morning, dog-weary, alway.
plent~· to do in a thriving hotcl but
Molly didn 't mind. She was
young. The twins should ha\'e an education.
No hard toil for them. They'd be ladies.
No time for God or man but e,'ery day
Mary's and Sally's collegc trust fund g rcw
larger. But "The best laid Illans of mice
and men-- ", Molly's toil was ol·e r. Shc
had becn too busy accumulating moncy to
think of the uncertainty of life or the nL"CeS­aity
of making sure nothing should interfere
with the twins' college career. Jim would
realize she had hel ped him make and sa,'e
money.
But J im was still young whcn Molly died,
Hs was recognized as a "well filLed" man
and only too gladly anothcr girl, little older
than the twins themsel ves, soon filled .Molly·s
place.
Enraptured with his girl bride, Jim soon
lorgot poor lIIolly's ambitions. True, he
ga"c the twins a high school education and
a fcw months tr aining lit a cheap business
s(.'lIool. Then they found positions, and new
boarding houses, The new wife did not
care to share her husband's affection or
money with anyone else.
Jim had beeome accustomed to saving
money while Molly Ii,'cd. He had sold the
hotel which they had worked so hard to
acquire. He bought his second wife a com­fortable
home. She could take life eas,'
but he intendcd to keep hi~ bankroll. Mane)'
didn't come, so fast a~ it had with his first
partner and a man nel'er I<new when he
might need it. "Number two" didn't like
child ren but well mea ning re.atives began to
give ad"ice--
" If Jim dies you'll only come in for a
third of his property, the twins will get two­thirds.
Now if you had a child--."
So she presented J im with an heir. But
the son fared no better than the twins. In
fact, not so well for he was put out to worl<
without the ad"antages of el'en a high school
education. The money Jim and Molly had
saved must not be s pe nt, a doUar must be
added here and there. No Illcasure, scrimp
and aal'e.
Time is a healer and the twins had for­gotten
much of their bittcrness towa rds Jim
and his wife. " Iary had llla rried a promis­ing
business man and Sally was engaged­but
her fiance was poor. I f Dad would only
give thcm a few thousand dollars so they
might be married. But Dad was deaf to
,'oices that spoke of mon e~·. that is, of mone~'
to spend, not to save.
Death again put an end to the scrimping.
Jim died, but before his dcath he promised
the twins they should hal'e their mother's
share. In his later ,'ea rs he had rea li~ ed
that it was she who helped make the money.
Moreover he assured the twins his !leCQnd
wife was fair. She would want him to do
the right thing.
A few days after the fu neral the lawyer
notified Ma r,\' and Saily to come to his office.
They had heard nothing from the "grief
THE GLEANER
stricken" widow but their feelings toward
her were different now. Poor Dad with all
his fauits wu gone. Grief musl bind the
berea"ed together. Besides hadn't Dad said
she was fa ir ? So they went down to the
lawyers. The lawyer read their father's
will.
"To my daughters, Sail}' and :'liar}', I
lea"e $ 100 each, to my son the same amount.
!II}' wife and I think this fair since Mary
has a husband to provide for her, Snlly is
about to nlarry a Ulan who likewise will take
eare of her. M~' son must make his own wa~',
'1'0 my belo,'ed wife I lelll'e the remainder
of m~' estate, approximately $ 100,000."
The llll,'yer agreed with the surprised
twins that it was an unfai r will, but water
t ight in e"ery detail. Too bad when their
mother had been the one to work like a sla,'e
for the monel'. Of course the $100 willed
the son was in some respects a joker. His
mother would share her inheritance with him,
Indecd, convinced of the uncertainty of life
she had a lready drawn a will lelll'ing all her
effects to him. A waster, too, according to
the lawyer'. opiuion.
:'Il ary and Sally returned home con" inced
that a Icopard doe~ not change his 8JlOU­Dad
had nel'cr bccn "on the up and up"
with thcm-deoth brought no chongc.
When they entered :\Jary's house a stra nge
odor greeted them- hlld she left the cock
on the gas r/lnge open? H a8til~· Mary
opened tl,e kitchen door and horrified .tum­bled
OI'Cr her husband's lifeless bod".
Clutched in his hands a note: .
"Dcar Mary , forgil'e, business has been
so rotten, wipcd out, couldn't li" e on mone~'
your dad left you and I know ),OU are taken
care of."
A door bell pealing disturbed the horror
II tricken sistcrs. A special del il'e ry for
Sail)'. Bob must hne been called out of
town. Mary caught her fainting sister in
her arlllS--$cannt'<l the brief lines whieh had
caused the ha,'oc:
"Dea r Sall~': " Ia rj orie Green and I eloped
today. I would hal'C gone through with you
but I found I really lo,'ed her. Now you
are an hcire!S, new life, new !leenes, new
lo,'es, await ~·ou. You will soon forget me."
Dcath took a holida~' for a few short
weeks. Then he returned to write fi nis to
I)()()r dead l\ l olly's dream. Jim's widow at­tempted
to cross a street against the signal,
a screech of the brakes, too latc, instantanc­ous
death. Molly'. and J im's life sal' ings,
:'Ilary's and Sally's college fund, "number
two's" g rcedily acquired fortunc a ll in the
hands of the spendthrift, the .... aster
" You arc the solc heir," intoncd thc
lawycr, "but perhalls ~'ou fcel therc hu becn
some injustice in whieh case "ou are f ree to
share with ,'our holf sisters" .
" I should S',I' not; they had aneducalion,
what did I get? They are nothing to me.
Tj,i~ 'lIone)' has been sal'ed long cnough.
It's lllOuldy now but I'll put it back into
eirculation. What'~ mone,· for if not to
SIH!nd ?" .
A mothcr's dreams, a miser'. cheri shed
fortune, a grasping avar icious woma n's
heart's desire, in the hands of a Ilrodigal.
" Man proposes out God dispo~es."
Pace Five
Oriental and Jazz Music
By BETH LYON, '87 roUSIc--a word containing five little
letters whose l)Ower is 10 tremend­ous-
so winning that it! effects are
unil'ersal. In m~' brief span of
life I have expcrieueed e:dreules of its
power.
Each evening for nearly thirteen years I
heard the mY$terious music of the yellow
race, It is a t~' pe of rhythm hard to inter­pret.
I ts powers still remain magical and
unintelligible to me. I eou[d not go to sleep,
or perhaps I would not, until I hcard this
strange type of "landman." Many Ameri ­cans
ha,'e attempted to reproduee thb music
but the lH!rsons who have ventured that far
ha,'e only crushcd the natil'e art.
To delineate to you more fully the real
enchantment of this basic rhythm, I will
portray figuratively its peculiar charaeter­istics.
It is like the roar of the stormy sca­then
thc constant washing of the waves, as
placidly they rise and fall, approach and
recede in the song of eonstsncy, the same
}'ct not the some. A$ we continue through
the piece we hal'e the desire to be alone. It
comes gradually with a slow, numb fccling.
You arc caught ! Soon you are set frce, but
to be held more securely b.l· a new inner
sensation.
How di stinct this is from our modern
jazz! Jan i5 only surface deep. Just a
catchy tune which runs through our head
for probably a week at the most. It does
not cxpress man's inner emotion but is
merely all expression of mnn's outWArd pas­sions
by mcans of sy ncopl~ted musIc or rag­time
played discordantly.
When listening to a. dance orchest ra r
sense its hollowneS$. The note9 which are
poured forth from the instrUlIlents do not
fill the soul's endless clII'ern. Jazz has no
soul, no steel foundation which will hold for
yeau. It lacks that ,'ital thing which is out­standing
in Oriental music, bll8ic rhythm,
which is the! some in el'erv selection.
We have different typc; of jan;( two very
distinct elasses: the "b[ues song" and the
type which eX]lrClses ha)pinC5s, To like
this type of rhythm, I think one mu.t be the
type of human being who docs not eare for
beauty but merely takes e"er"thing that is
handed out to him.
Perhaps I h/l\'e made an unjust statemcnt,
but that is the effect this ragtime has on
me. I am su re if you could hear the rcal
elemental rhythm of Orienta.[ music, you
would be also eaught in that web of which
I now am a prisoner,
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FRA.GEf
H.I' !!'WIi:80RO GII~UO:, '36
Ga'nz alleiN oe,e/m flO" n;emand
Stand iell ldelll geld"'t am LiNdeNbaum
Uber mir .ang !reudenvoll die L ercl.e
Lobgeganio dem Sehop!er, ihrem llerrn­Und
;e/ •• a/, llina"! i ... malle
Schan/e denkend in da. Tcci/e fl dle
Horte il'ren Lang n .. d f nlil/e dock k ein
FreNd
DaNn dlJ.rc/. meiN be/ruble, WeleN
DraNg die Frage "Wa, ill L ebeN"
VNd die IhlTcort Tt'ar "Ein 1'ra,,,,,"
Page Silt
Youth in a Godless World
(Continued from 1Jage one)
said, "There is no God," and the ~ visibly
and invisibly were content, 1 would nt care.
But t hesc y~un g people don't do that. They
may seem to be amused, but if you sharl)en
yonr insight, you can sec their mind always
questioning. Th e~' seem to say, "Is there a
God? Can nature be a proof as some asscrt ?
T here must be a prime mover, an organizer,
an /luthor not onl~· adequate hut ali-power­ful,
]Jossessing e"cry p rcrogatil'e-but I
can't beiic,'e."
1 had formed the habit, a bit indifferently,
of blandlv telling them what 1 had learned ,
using the accepted proofs. 1 would finisll
end foolishlY think that I lllld donc some­thing
for th~m until I lea rned to understand
that baffled despairing look in their eyes.
Thel' can reason too, but they ean't believe.
1 ·11II,·e heard priests say that an individual
either possesses f'lith or doesn't. F aith is a
gift. Some are born in to the fold and SOllle
are not, But God does give to every being
the innate abilitv to choose His Grece. Why
can't these youths choose it? Surely they
are ~'oung c;lOugh to h:we re~ained their in­nate
characteristics. Sornetnnes I see an
analogy in an intrieatc mathematics problelll.
Some gifted ~·ouths are able to "see" the
solution, believing the hypothesis on author­itl'.
Othcrs cannot "see" it at all and even
f~il to understand the connection betwecn
the premises shown by authority and the
difficult problem itsclf. Thcn of 8 sudden,
without reason, or so it seems, there comes
an understanding. There is so milch of
chance about it that one wondcrs whether
God would employ such a. system. But God's
"Sl'stem" for dislJCnsing the fai th docs leave
tw'o things, not precisely to chancc, but to
the indi"idual: obedience to His command
to "teach all nations," and thc wi\! to be­lievc,
And in these two activities surely we
can help.
Catholics scem to have a disdain for these
young unbelicl'crs. ~ I any truculently assert,
;·'Vhat they need is a Catholie education."
Yet ,'ou know, and I, that if the time docs
come· when every youth will attend Catholic
schools, absorbing Catholic IJrinciples that
would free them from their uneasy wonder ­ings,
it is fa r distant. Why does anyone
carelessh' dismiss the lIlatter thus? Here
arc peOI)le who aren't happy and their un­happiness
is a eause of that unconcern alld
sl'n icism which blights the world. Why
should they be optimistie? T hey can't
answer even fo r thei r own satisfaction those
questions which beset el·eryone at some time
or other-What is life? 'V11I' lire we hcre?
and the million subsequent refl ections. How
can they help thinking that Cetholic youths
ere gullible, credulous and blind ? If they
go through that wild qucstioning and arrive
onll' at discord, wouldn't we who rcaeh
see~ritv in our faith seem to them n bit
crcdul~us ?
The reactions of those vouths after con­tact
with beliel'ing youth is·amaz ing. A 1Ion­Catholic
who oceasionallJ' ac:com]Janied a
Catholic to church for confession once r e­marked
that thc thing that alwa~'S amazed
him, and did the first time he had noticed
HERESY
B.I/ B eatrice Malone
They/ell me 1 ,"ould fear tll~ L ord
Who 'lIIlIie me,
Wau.· along a hard and IlIImble path
Or earn Hi. wrath.
How can 1 tremble at H ir Maje&ty~
H e planned
Tlli, night Tvitli duping orchard blened,
A moon ()f pearl-
Theu frail, .weet granu stilled in ,ilver
rest.
How shall l fea r the Lord
When lie hal made
T hi, rore that glean., ,vitI. dew---
A 11II8/i of shadowed fragrance on tI.e air
.. h d tlti' 'mall garden that I ,ltare
Will, you~
it, was the faet that people actually went
to church at any and every time of day witll
no other purpose t han to worship their God.
He was really astou nded. He eouldn't, in
his incredulity, imagine anyone hal'ing such
a fai th.
These inwardly moody, restless, even an­tagonistic
beings envy us. They arouse nly
sympathy as no other force does, A ~'outh
of my acqueintanee who is usually quite
cautious in ~tating his own views once told
me that he would be only too glad if he
could believe, that hc knew he would gain
a peace quite foreign to him if he eouid
possess it.
' Vhat can we do to reach this class?
Surely it is more pitiful than even the foreign
missions, for these young people are alliong
us yet not of us. They would be militantly
adive for us ,as they are now p(l.ssivcly­and
individually, ~trange as it may seem­against
us. In England the cffor t to reach
the common man in the dties has begun.
Street-corner preaching is accepted thcre­it
is not considered a side-show, a humorous
occasion, as it is here. 'Vol have, however,
the Catholic Evidence Guild movement well
Oil its way in several of our large ci tics, We
have in Rochester a Catholic Evidence
Librery easy of access, a place where the
sceker after truth will gladly come a nd go
unnoticed once we show him the wa~'. T here
are doubtless other things we can do if we
work together.
T his is not a paper on bchalf of agnostie­ism
811 dthe credo of " I don't believe." j\J)'
youths may onc day become adi"e members
of that, but as ~'et they are, as I he"e said,
strangcly individual, aloof from orgnnizcd
!lllti-religious influence as they are frOlll us,
though freque ntly exposed to it. They are
I'cry cautious in stating opinions, ceutious
not because thcy are shy, but because they
"re reasonable, in the recognition that they
ha,'e no hacking as we have of a st rong re­liable
church. T hey resent e"en Ollr offer­ing
of a corner to lean against, for they arc
afraid \\'C will tear down their weak, care­fully
erected props while they are still using
our force. T hey must learn to drop their
own props and come to tile Church not only
to lean agai nst her for thcmsell'cB but to help
her for her own Bake. And we must bring
this about.
Hansa Stadt, Hamburg
(Continued from page four)
cages, Occasionally one of the smaller apes
escapes across the iron fence which sur­rounds
the entire park and breaks into
neighboring houses, But these apes are not
d angerous and therc is no danger in return­ing
t hem to their home, Tropieal allegators
and snakes are kept in spccially heated glass
houscs,
,T his natural atmosphere which dist in­guishes
Hagenbeck's T ierpark from any
other Zoo is obtained by the usc of ditches,
wide enough so that thc animals cannot
jump across them. Thesc ditches are so
skillfully concealed by busllcs, pla nts and
trces thllt one does not realize th9' arc there
unlcss one looks fo r thcm. Such a zoo is II
perfed home for animals used to space and
frcedom and gi,'cs enjo~'me n t to daitors
without making them feci pity for the " IJOOI
ceged beasts."
Much as the citizcns of Hamburg lo"~
t heir nati"e city, it is no exaggcration to say
that thcy lo"c the forests, and marshes, amI
heatherland ncar it e,'en more. A few hour~
ride by train ill a southerly direction througl:
wcll cultivated lowlands and marshes, bring!
J'ou to the Sachsenweld, a deep beech fores t
and a favorite excursion place with the ci ty's
school children. H ere, impressively stands
the mausoleum of Furst van Bi ~mark and his
wife. The Sareopragi of beautifully h ew ~
white marble are at the farther end of spaci­ous,
rounded room. Large candlesticks are
on either side and on thc wall aoo" c is an
inscription to the chancellor,
Southwest of the city is the famous L um­burger
Heide. Those who have ne,'er seen
a wide expanse of heether stretched out be­fore
them cannot possible imagine the sti r­ring
beauty of such a sight. /h far as the
eye reaches is a delicately rose-tinted roll­ing
carpet of tiny flowers. I·Jerc and there
solitary young birch trees bend submissi"eiy
to the 80ft warm wind; in the distance a
sparkling silvery band of water winds its
swift course through plains; a straw
thatched mill house stands beside it.
Such is tl,,:: simple beaut~· of the rolling
heather that all who have c,'cr walked across
it, so yearn for it alld long for it that once
more they want to lic on its flowe ry carpet
and galle into the blue and d ream-and
dream.
BACK '1'0 NATURE
JJ.r G~:IIALI1INf: EOEnTZ, '87
In our garden
lVe "ave 110 rOTV~,
We lleed 110 !1Oer,
A lUi .~et it grOW$-
O"r Garden.
W e plall! 110 ,eed,
Ra;n', all it Jleed8,
For we groT~weeJ,
In O"r Garden.
Leisure Time
By ALICE DUGAS", '8·~
l1EISUHE a I,roblem ! Whocvcr
would have thought it? But so it
is : leisure must be con$idcred in a
new light. not 11.$ a breathing-s llIIcc
or 0 gay wa~te of time, "Leisure joined to
the working time of our people will 11:1:. for
the near future at least. the character of
our national culturc," Leisure is essential
to cj,' iJ[zation, 1t lUekc$ our civilization.
'Vithout thc leisure cless Dlenkind would
never hne cmerged from barbarism. Now.
with the eppointment of e committee of in­,
·eatigetion by the city of New York. heeded
by names like Xicholas Murray Butler. New­ton
Bakcr. AHred Smith, and Edward P.
Mul rooney. wc begin to realize the import­ance
of leisure.
Since the 'Vorld 'Var our citizens ha,'c
had more leisure timc than at any other
period in hi$toQ'. Because of the necessity
of l pe<.-ding up p roduction to f« d, clothe.
and arm mankind for that conflict. machincs
wC'l'e built and imIJro\'ed. M Oil becamc or
less conscqucnce in production (though just
as important II.! before in consumption. ha\·­ing
thc samc nceds) . Alld with this spo:ed­ing
up there came morc and lUorc Icisu re.
finllily compulsory leisure for many worken.
So Ict us consider this lcisure "not Illercl~'
as a present phenomenon of d ep rcssion but
as a pcrmanent part of ou r domcstic econ­omy."
" 'e must prelJllre for more time d e­"
oted to leisure. As onc economist tells us,
"If the ordinar~' wnge carner worked four
hours a da .... there would be enough for
e" eryone lind no employment."
We need tenehers who know leisure-craft.
because the l.I$e of leisure nccessitatO:B the
use of choice and the upressing of one's
taste, It is in the de"elopment of tastes,
then, that the teacher must be concerned,
nnd more specifically in cmphasis on and
direction in rcading favo rite authors or
scientists with the lasting result of increesed
IJo"'er in thought slld culti\'ation of imaginll­tion.
Stress must be placed on intcrest in
the wdfare of our fellow-being, And. too.
the nece5sit~· of ridding oneself of the handi­cap
of a Iimito:d ,·ocabulltr,l" might well be
shown. "If teaehen reali~cd the significe nce
of lesiure. it would give them a ,"iew ahend
and eeuse them to strh'e ever toward a burn­ing
for 'growth ever lnsting'. There ,,'ould
come a ncw and more o' ital sClue of d irection
in their efforts-a new d..-ntuuie ."
It seems to IIle that tl,e prescnt emphnsis
on sports for a few should be s prend fu rther.
so that all ma.l· profit, And an introduction
to the dements of painting and scullJtu re
would certainh' be of benefit to man... To
my mi nd. a so~ry sight is the great C·III85 of
people who know not what to do when tired
of reading and rushing about. Certainly to
telleh some to make things with their hands
would be of gree t help. A lofty sense of
crcati o'e po,,'er comcs from this, We cllnnot
gi o'e too much emphasis to the old nying.
"An intelligcnt mind is ncver harcd." We
'l'M,!!; UL.I!:ANEx
can make it relld. "A mind set free to do
interes ting things is nel'er bored."
CGllege life proo'ides little time for true
lcisure. especially if adcquete time is gi"en
to onr studies nnd our correlated or socially
iml)¢ ratil'e activities. It is the college grad­uate
who must know how to use time to ad­o
·antage, for college has opcned the doors of
litwrllturc and science. If there is not an
incenth'e to go on. then the student has
fllilfd, not the collcge. And besides plealj­ure.
knowledge. and wisdom for the i"dh'id­ual,
he has n duty to the community in direct­ing
others. It is a liability he assumes by
going to college. It might be fulfi lled in
furthering group d iscussion of Pley- Read­ing
and He ting. as suggested by Lois Sch utte
in Divide"d, fwm Lei'II.rt 1I01l.n, or in sim­ilar
ways.
Dr. Butler says "unemployment destrOYB
lcisure." "True Idsure is the outcome of
successful work." If this is true. we eannot
hope that the unemployed man will de"ote
much time to reading. especially without
guidancc. We can only hope the decey will
not be beyolld repeir for the class of people
who ha\'e had to work very hard all through
life and now fi nd themseh'es with too much
leisure time. Establishing centers where
they could engagc in sports under propcr
guidancc would be an effcctio'e (and to Ole.
the only sa\'ing) a id for these people. E .. en
this cannot be successful if they are not given
work. Dr, Hutler is right: true leisure is
thc outcomc of successful work.
AS ONE I'ROVER n TO ANOTHER
" Proverbs are half truths." say some.
" PrOI'erbs are co ntradictor~'," ndd others,
who have taken the trouble to compare the
ideas at the basis of mnny of our old adages.
It really iB a ahame, if thia is true. that some
of our prol'erbs don't get together and COIll­promise--
merge, as it werc. 10 that from a
Ilal{ truth and a contradiction something
might emerge that would be generally use­ful.
For example. suppose that "Out of . ight,
out of mi nd" ond "Absence makes the heart
grow fo nder," find thcmsch·c8 together.
"You're a lways haunting lIIe. Why in the
world aon't you make yourself scarce? You
know wc never get along."
" \Vell." comes the rel'!y, " I know wc','e
becn fighti ng eeeh other for years. but 1'01
sick and tired of being called to testify
against ~'our worth and I sUPllOse you feel
the salllC wa,' about me. You're half truc.
so am I. And e,·:!n if only one of us is right.
wc don't know which should abdicate, Can't
we co m]Jromi se~ "
Absence et cclcra, for it was evi d entl~' he
who had started the ball rolling. is fal'orably
impressed. "Good idea," he IInswers. "Let's
/l' t hU $~' before wc're separated agai n."
A little argumcnt on which of the ha!f­true
hal\'es to combine, and this sat id~' i ng
result:
Ilb,ence takel 14'
Out of l ig"t
B.d Old of mind
1!'e're never quile.
M. E, G" '87.
Without Any Effort
(Cont inued from I,age one)
couldn't mistake the gleam in the blue eyes.
cInrk in their fcr\'or. This Wll8 the momcnt
she had longed fo r- her t riul1lJlh.
" Elissa," said Prince Dalles, " will you
marry me?"
"Of course not," she rcplied c",hnl~' . Dal -
185 stepped back .
" But wl1\'~ Ca n't I make rou see? I lo'·e
you so nlu;h- " '
" I'm sorry, Dal. but I couldn't. I wouldn't
depend on allY men for I'm pe rfectly cap'
able of taking care of myself, 1 like you
but- it would be much too great an effort
for me to say 'I do'."
Prince DaliaB looked at her.
"Like I1Ic! hc shouted. "of course ~·ou like
me. In fact you 10l'e me. ollly you're so
conceited- And it would be too g rcat nn
effo rt. would it~ Some day you'll find out.
and it won't be a day far distant either.
You-"
Elissa inter rupted. "1 might ha\'e known
I couldn't begin to reason with ~'OU at this
lite date. Abo. you're quite mistllken. darl­ing,
I don't c,'cn like you. I was merely
tr~' ing to soften the blow- "
"That', all rot," Dalles replied cooly.
" You're mad about me, you're perfecUy
miscrable at refusing me. but you're such a
self-centered little idiot that you won't ad­mit
it's true, The wa~' ~'OU go on about
women /lnd their Il·ower--don't you think a
mlln is worth a n ~· t hi n g at all? Mnybe I'll
diseoo'er some wa.I' of showing you just how
"aluable the~' a re. Now, 11J~' dellr, Princess
Elissa. may I bid you good cI'ening. with the
hope that you trip at the next court recep­tion?
That ought to cure r our insufferable
poise."
Elissa stoppcd him. " I' lesse don't be
angry with me," she said.
For se"cral silent moments, Prince Dalles
looked into her sweet er es. while their glori­ous
d eptl,s ealmed him.
" I only wish I could be," he said humbly
as he left the garden.
The Pri ncess Elissa sank slowl~' back on
the old carl'ed beneh. She s ta~'ed there a
long while. her chin resting ill her hand.
She didn't fee l at all triumpha nt. Instead
she wanted to cry, So she d id.
'fhc next afternoon. the King of Shclbr
was awaiting him. alld sat down on a I'ery
entered the spacious hall where hb daughter
regal throne from which the gilt was wear­ing.
Elissa smiled up into his troubled f",ce.
'·One pe rfec tl~' good king fading away­end
all bee."luse of e nice little famil~· feud.
Seriouslr. d ~ar. wouldn't the Duke cede the
rights to ~'ou? I don't think you'I'e C,'en
tried."
The m"n regarded hb d aughter be ocnJ­lenth'.
"One must ko:ep a bit of pride. Elissa.
eO'cn when e,'erything else h tottering, And
do I·OU think that the Duke of Neh'inie
wouid end '" ril'alry of ,el·er",1 centuries
merely bccause Shelbr is in need of !Uoteriai
to maintain its ind ustr ... ?"
" Tell me hones tl~':' the girl uid. "do
things gro'" worse each d ,,~'?"
(Concluded on ned page)
Pace Ei(bt
Without Any Effort
(Cont inued from page seven)
"El<actly. There seems to be nO woy of
remedying the condition. We ha"e no sup'
plies and in a short time, if nothing is done,
our silk ' industry, our people, our entire
kingdom will be ruined 1"
The Princess wrinkled her lovcly fore·
head.
"Any eligible men in Nelvinia's royally?"
she demanded tinally.
Des pite his worries, King Edwa rd loughed
heartily, for the tirst time in many month •.
".\l ercemu y wretch ! No, my liltle one,
we won't employ your wilcs to frce oursch'es
from this dilemma. Besides, I think young
OallO$ of Darrel would ha"e something to
ofrer on that 1IC0re 1"
He winked knowingly, audaciously.
Horrors! Elissa thought wil{Uy-h{
knows! He' ll ne,'er understand now why I
refnsed--oh, how can I tinish my cherished
plan--
"Dal!" she said aloud, scornfully, "whal
possible diffe rence could Oal's opinion Ulake
to me?" Elin n's voice rose in an earnest
efrort to make hcr fa ther sec how rnistuken
he had been. She couldn't ha,'e him know'
ing how she felt- he'd order their rnarriage
immediately. And how Oal would gloat !
" I- \l'hy, 1-" Ihe fa ltered. "Oh," he laid
slowly,
Elissa jumped UI'.
"Well, darling, if I'm of no use, I'd better
rUn. I'm riding with DaL"
" Iliding! With Dal l I thought-"
But Elisso. ho.d already dashed from the
room. There was deeided bcwildcrrnellt in
the f rown that furrowed King Edward's
fo rehead.
It was the kind of June da" that one
dreams about in December-bright, serene,
thoroughly beautiful. The horses, one black
and strong, the other a delicate fawn colo: ,
trotted along the Hower·bordered road 111
brisk harmony, Ells811 had preambled the
ride with a warning not to talk so the two
were silent, the Princess looking at the
scenery, the Prince looking at the Princess.
Around tile bend of the road was a Hule
glen, a sih'er stream, and seei ng it, they
reined in the houCI. Elissa, with a happy
sigh, surveyed the ,pot.
"This is nice," she remarked. " Think of
it, almost half an hour together and not one
quarrel. That hasn't happened for ten or
twelve or fourteen yean."
"Don't be too hopeful," the Prince re·
1)lied, "it probably never will again. Ile·
member the time we were ha" ing it 50 badly
that you forgot you were riding, and the
horse ran awoy? Of course, bei ng such an
efficient, capable [Jerson, you managed every·
thing Cl<cellently."
He held out his 'Hms and the girl dis·
mounted. Sudden'" she didn't want to
argue. She didn 't :'\'IInt to hurt him. She
wanted to stay right where she was-for·
e,'er. Why go on endlelsly? When Shelby
was ru ined, lIe would realize how little she
really eould do-how she had been pretend­ing.
But Dallas freed her instantly so she
managed to say eollcc tedl)':
'1'8E GL.I!<ANER
" Let's sit by the water. It looks so peace·
ful, a nd 1 feel troubled."
" But, my dear, surdy there is no care
\'OU cannot o,'c reome." Dallas grinned, but
Elissa made no Hipilant retort and remained
staring moodily at the hea"ens, Di rectly his
tone cha nged,' and he sat down beside her.
"Tell me about it, Elissa. Can I help?"
"No one can help but the Duke of Nel·
d nia. And no amount of intercess ion on
anyone's part would turn hia hatred for
Fa'ther il1to good will. You see, Dal, since
last season'. rush, Shelby is completely de­,'
oid of supplies, and the industry is failing
ra l)idl~', The Duke could help us, but,
naturally, these are triumphant moment for
him·-seei ng his ril'ab ruined."
Oat ran his tingen through his hair.
" I don't know the Duke. But, Elissa, !Iou
-surely you can do something. Why women
arc capable of a nythi ng." He had SCArcely
uttered the words \I'hen he regretted them.
Somehow, he didn't want to gloat over this
new ElillSa-sweet, helpless, ~·ielding-- and
he was a little ashamed when she said
slowly:
" I ·was wrong, Dal. It·s no use. I tr ied
so hord, but when it comes to big things-"
Elissa waited. Oh, nothing bllt Dal mat­tered.
But "'ould he try again? Did he
realize she had refused him merely to teach
him the glory of ac hievement? Close to
tears, she added, "The one thing 1 might do
in retu rn for my father's care, I am too
weak to accomplish."
The Prince went to move closer, then he
stopped. He could hear her former words
pounding in his ear-"It would be much too
g reat an efrort fo r me to say 'I do·... Even
though she had admitted her ina.bility to
cope with this situation, he had yet to pro\'C
his own worth,
"Getting dark," he sa id c,·enly, " I think
\I'e 'd better go back."
Weeks Inter, Eliua faced her fath er in his
stud~'. He was pale and bore the marks of
troubled day. and sleepless nig hts. A wave
of pity rushed over Iler as she watched him.
She went nea rer and the Ki ng, taking her
hand, SIIid :
" :\Iy dea r EliSsa, it is with some feeling
of trepidation that I speak to you. 1\ nd I
speak now, not u a father, but as you r king.
For some time you hne been awa re of the
conditions under which our little country has
been laboring. Yon ha"e seen terror, frenzy,
uprising, sorrow. You know only too well
how sadl ,. in need of res toration Shelbv is.
You, my -daughter, are the only one to ";hom
I ma~' tu rn, and there is a way in which you
may hell' mc, If you will consent to what I
ask, ." ou will be the saviour of your king.
dom."
For n few moments the room was silent,
then Elissa said,
" I shnll do lIS you wish, Father."
"My , \I'eet child, J knew you would not
fa il me. It is this: the Duke of Nell'inia
unwittingly ceded his silk righu to another
ruler. Now, that ruler has asked for your
hand in marriage. Do you agree?"
Elissa turned white as deatll. '\Iarriage!
Oh !--Oal! Bnt Dal had left her. He
wouldn't cu e. Even when she Ila d relented,
it had made no difference. And she loved
him. NoN No, she could not marry an­other.
T he Princess turned to the Ki ng.
White hair. Wrinkled brow, Grave mouth.
Shc was not an ordinary woman, to love and
be 10"ed as she willed. She was a princess,
and this was the penalty of royal blood.
"Yes, Father," she said, " I agree,"
"He is in the castle now, "waiting you r
answer." The King touched a bell. He
could not o,'er100k the pain in his duughter',
cyu. "My dear one," he murmured, "my
dear little one !"
Steps in the hall. A door ope ning.
Elissa braced herself, turned-
" Dal-" she called blindly, "Oal-O my
belo'·ed."
The King, after a few 5urprist'd seconds,
graciously turned his back,
A gencrous while later, he regurded the
t\\'o before him.
'" don't understand it," he said, "I was
afraid to tell Elissa who you were. She told
me she hated \'ou. And now-"
Pri nce Dalias smiled. "She told me the
SIImc th ing. That's why I IlIld to get the
silk righl.'l, so that I might force her to ma.rry
me,"
King Edward noted the eesatie expression
on his daughter's face.
'" think shc likes force," he said as he
left , muttering o"er women and their ineon·
sisteneies.
Dal smiled into Elissa's eyes.
"You're conquered," he said .•
" I lo"e it."
"Who wi llS?"
"You."
Silence. Then, more seriously­"
You do lo"e me, Elissa?"
"Oh, I do."
The Prince laughed and held her doser.
Elissa regarded him with punled eyes, and
then blushed furiously. For Slle realized
what she had just said- without any e ffort.
BEAU'J'Y
By Jt.NE LUTER, '36
I t/roe Ille wiJe 6imilitudu!
lllhey lire IIron9 to bellr
I'm bold 10 IIep Irom IIlIr 10 6111r
And ted: !Iou there!
I u·i/l nol/ear the 60lilude
I TVUl nol fear tile ' pace
TV/,iel, vall and dcep around me
Hold6 hope. 01 your dear IlIce!
But, tell me, will ",cll teckiJlg be
Ot.·f'r leer WillIe '/Ca!J'
And will I teau n'!I IIum",i"g I,ellrlh
1'0 clla6e quicl.··.ilwr ra9.9
0 1" beller lar if I '/lOul,l :lay
H,,,,geriny beneath Ihe luring .Iair
Still ./,dlered by the ' 1I/e illu.io"
ThaI !Iou u.·ere wlliling me .omewhere:
Co/lagr.. mil!! I,ope lor a paillce 10 come-­And
II Prince can climb to Ihe lIIoon
Bul il fl ccate'. hUll lire emp l!!
lie h41 plundered ,,;, Jearn-dragoon !
J(l1I t: Lu ler, '36

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1!iitrrarl! @>uvplrmrnt
PI/blished at Na::artlli Col/ege, Rochestc,., N. Y.
VOL. IX.
Without Any Effort
B." B~:ATRICY. "'AI.O~"';, '35
QltlNCE DlIlIas of Dllrrel stormed
lloout his royal rooUl, hurling ugly
words at his \'alet who WIU stand·
ing by the telephone. T he I'rince'8
teml)cT WIU anything but calm II~ w&.'l s hown
by the ,'chemcnce with ,,·hich he hurled
e"Cr}' objcc::t within his reach on the Hoor.
" Tell her I must see her !" he shouted,
" tod ay! now!"
The "alet 1I10,'ed rapidl~' to twoid the Hy­ing
missles and, with an attitude of fore­bcaTlIllce,
turned to the instrument.
" You understand," he said l)eTSulUi\'cI~' ,
"the I'rillce is vcrr ~nxious to sec the Prin­cess
.Elissa. Kindly consult regarding such
lin engagement."
There WIIS II period of silence. Then th o!
Prince, who had subsided fer a moment,
jumpe(l up. ,
"Jo; nga/{ement! Appointment! Denying
me-! Gi,'e me that phone! Hello," he
said 5e"e rel}', " I say, are you there?" He
waited but the hum ot the wire wu his onh'
response. He j erked the Ilook, banged tile
reeeh-er ; 1111 "-115 quiet.
The "alet stood at terrified a ttention, not
da ring to ti ti r, then, turning, remai ned open­mouthed
In utonishment. For Prince 0 01l1lS,
rather t han calling out the militia in hi ~ fury,
WIIS si tti ng mot ionless in a chai r, hb fair
head buried in hi ~ IUl.nds.
Severa] days late r, Prince Dllllu a rrived
in the Killgdom ot Shelby. Twilight comes
quickly there, and the Roys] Palace wu a
g lory of flight when he entered, the g low
making the towering pile of stone a magic
I)]ace. He felt a hit of ecstasy, hea ring the
swirl of Elissa's silken gown, and much
more when, looking UI), he saw her descend
the broad curving staircase. For the Prin­cess
Elissa WIIS hcoutiful, not in the goldcn­hili
red, fllir~,-ta le Illll.nner, but l u!Jtlely,
g]lImorously. Curl ing dnk hllir, I)ale arllls
alld hands exquisitely molded- these mere
complements to the lovdy face. She was so
like a I' i, ion that the Prince, in spite of the
frequcney of their meetings, wu always a
little startled to find her real, and he was
brellthless now when he I8W her eoming,
h ... ard her I'oiee.
" Hello, Osl," she elilled cardenl}', "~'ou
look 81 If you had the Cll res of 1111 Darrel
on your nice broad shoulders. \Vhat's new?"
"Nothing but t he moon. Come IIlong and
ride."
JUNE, 1934
QUESTION
lI i911 il nI!jIJerire-mu/ Itar·croTcucd
Ot:cr c/crlliliu of Mill it IWCCpl ,
J.'lo"9ibl~ i, !II!! Ile r;~c , rcmo l ~ from
Thc T{!Orlr/ that 9ra,P' at Il0Ihi"9'lcu-alld
U·U/" .
Iligh il >119 dnire-too hi9h for
M!/ hOllC 10 louell-the vallc!! Ilrelchu gTCCR
/JNI ullucilillg-J. t1,c~c pca~~ i .. II ~i"Ci"9
For Ixall./!! ,,"allai>lablt: bIOI uc" j!
EUuu /JIlT"', '86
"I'd rather walk in the ga rden."
f: li ssa awaited his repl,\' somewhat fea-r­full.'".
One simpl,\' didn't diugree with this
di sarming ."Olll'g prince--that i ~ no one but
herself, for results might be dbtressing. Yet
where wu it gctting her? She 10l"ed him
so terrib]~'----cou]dn 't help it, but she mud
not let him go on hal"ing anything he desired
lit his slight'.'st indiClition. He must be made
to realia:e thll.t some .... here people existed .... ho
would not al .... a'·s submit to his wishes. Since
they had been ~hild rc n, he-
But 0111 was saying tenderly, " Just os
you wish, El issll."
The Princess liftcd an amaa:ed eyebrow.
Dal-deferring to someone else? And graci­ously,
at that. She ~ta red at the pampered
darling of the court and aga in reflected . She
might be wrong. Oh, she hoped-
"Well, let's go," said Dill.
The gllrdens werc drenched in si"-cr
bell.lllS of spa rkling dew. Count less stau
lighted the litt]e path where the Prince and
tIle Princess Wefe walking, lind a]] WliS
5Crenit~, until Elissa remarked:
"Wc.nderful , this ~lI ut~'. The whole world
is lo,-ely tonight, don't .'"ou imagine? Women
ha.-c IlIlIde it 50. Sometimes 1 think men arc
horribly ungrllteful not to reali~e it."
"So .... e·re starting that again! 'Women
the wondcr creations'- thc superh, the un­conquerable!
I suppose they made the
night," Dal 1I1most snorted in hb indignll'
tion.
"We do s lot towll.fds ulll],;!ng it for many
people. You men think you're splendid with
hatt]es lind conquests and dull projects.
Wh}', you couldn't exist without us. 'Vornen
hold in thcir I)alms the beauty you crll,·e."
Elissa I)aused, holding Iler arms out drll­mll.
tieall}, and, before she could resist, the
P rince hsd her hands in his. It WliS quite
plain that he wl's in no debating mood . She
(Cont inued on I)oge scven )
No.7
Youth in a Godless World
By II Membr,T of Ih ~ Clau of '37
(DHEN for the safeguarding of his
fllith thc Catholic child is cducllted
in Clltholic s('hoob, it is con~i dercd
iue\'itllble that he will number
I1I1IOng his fr ie ud~ only fellow-Catholics.
Thi$ is hut theory, howel'e r, for every
Catholic \,outh has a number of non·Catholie.
IImong ];is compllnions. That i~ especially
true in Illy Cllse, for though I come of
Clitholie schools, church, lind famil~' I 11111 in
the midst of .\-oung men and women who
hll"e not known II religious tr aining of any
kind. They arc, for all they know of re­ligion
or philoSOI)hy, li"ing in II Godlen
world. By that I do not mean to imply that
they are immoral. They arc normal young
men and women who Clln he eongrucntly
compared with young Clitholic men lind
women until they cnter the realm of religion,
lI.nd its companions, ethics and philosophy.
On the f utrllte I I)IISS time congenia lly
with IIn~' or 1111 of them. Ho,,-ever, I am
nel'er Ill ti sfied with just thllt unrevealing
surface. Whene\'er I find t he opportunity­and
I am often the lIuthor of it- I try to
scrlltch that hull opaque col-c ring on the
st rll)" chance of making lin opening for 111.1'
eager cyes. Asking a somewhat philosophical
question, or turning an ethical light on any
current event or belief, often crelltcs my
opportunity. Then I begin to a nllly~e,
question, wondcr, in my scareh to understand
their foreign view.. Do they, ean they
really belie"e there is no God ?
Of course it would he 1I l"Il. lueleSi quest if
the indil"idulll weren't reasonllble t noulth to
hll"e sincere, intelligent beliefs, or disbeliefs,
and rtuons for them. Naturally there is an
ignora nt c1a$l, as well as an intelligent, of
thcse youthH. Usually, at least in my very
limited e:1IO II' !Iou from all
oll r gilded goall1
Or 10 whll! hidden niUlic do !lOll ,lei'
L ighlly 1111<1 , urd!! over , hlldOTl!etl ,lIoul.1
0, lI,'ee' lind It:crt:/ive, wily do,, 't you lell1
"'h.lf TCO II'I !Iou .hart: 'witll u, 90ur Irea,ured
hoartl,f
Come, .I,!! componre, drop your gentle "lieU
Anti whi'per now /I,e lome/MIIU we've im­plored!
1"rl feelltt'e ~'IIOTc !lOll llal'e no wor/I, to tell
it-
'1'1,,· hearl will ever felld iI, glo ry from Ihe
. Irllll!lcr III the gll/p-
A,III ./jOIi "live dmlt; enol/U" /0 lcillg
. rOllr l"al,e ll i"g ,"lile i"lo 0 11. too importllllutr
A"d grr.tI!} brlli". What if Tee CIIIIIIol 're
1'he pauillU 'u" !lour flower-face rver III"" ", lJ." all ./four Ih;n;ng pre,ence, Of"", tt'e h'OT"
iI" '0.
ANd in our nighl Teh!l .holild l"e imporlune
Of the 'f"a r l.:ilHll!l ,llIr !Iou ' lie
Si .. ce i .. you r ,ar/il e!Jt:I t,'e find i! true
""d I!uvillg !Jon, clear Slar Mirror, Tt'e will
1101 Need
'1'0 lallr tilt rerap"-breaJ 1t'flerl'OIl you fu d.
Jmle LHl er, ' B(J
TH E GL !';ANE R P.~ Tbree
RECENT BOOK REVIEWS
"1'1111 Hill , Are R ead9 for Climbing"-A
Compilation of Poem' b!l UnJtlrgraduatu of
A"" rica" Coll~gu. With an INtrodu ction ".'1 William llou He.ut. 118 pp. New Yorl.:. lIAST .I·ellr when the Century of
Progreu exhibition was being
planned, Anna Hempstead Branch,
preliident of the Poet,' Guild,
wanted an anthology af college "erse lIS .. n
n hibit. In reSIJonse to tIle invit .. tion !JeIlt
to e"cry accredited college in the United
Sbte. and its depelldencies, some fiften hun­dred
poellls were submitted to .. committee
of fi"e who d Iose eighty-one of them. Only
sixt~· colleges .. re re]Jresented, and by no
means s!i the renow ned ones. Although
Princeton and Dartmouth ha" e poems in the
collection, there arc none from Harvllrd or
Yah.---and these eOTllparisons might be multi·
plied.
There ia more variety in 1'he Hill. Are
Reo./!! for Climbillg than one usu .. lly linds
in CQllege anthologies. The poems u nge in
theme from " Petition" b~' George Abbe of
the Unh'ersity of ~ew H .. mIJshire, which
begins with the l)foyer,
"Lord will You w .. lk with me a nother dav"
and elous with the line .
"Lord will You walk with me until my
death" .
to thc omusing cyniciSTll of "Genuflection"
by ~Ji!dred Higby Wile of Bennington Col­lege,
Vermont:
"Life i, like a pu.ent
from IHI all1lt.
Tre 'kuita/e, aNd 9tt
T('e know Tce ean',
llefUle the tking-
01111 .0 u,'tl kiu her
meekt!} on tl"" cl.eek
althoNgh Tce'd rather
It'ot:e the room and ,"rick
OUr hate of aUNt,
01111 gift' of life."
It is ~ urprising to note thllt though there
i! much religiou! poetry in the I'olume, the
student, of Catholic Cin's "Song of
Marie des Anges" cannot but rceoll Herbert
T rench's morc sehol arll' effort. The bit of
free "erse, "To J ohn 'Donne," would ha,'e
horr ified thot worth~' De .. n of St. Paul's.
" Thc )Ionk's Epitap'h" i, eert .. inlr succinct
e,'en if it does not possess some of the quali­ties
we usuoJJ~' demand in poetry. It runs
as follows:
" H e lived
Saw lig"t
Loved God
A,lIl died."
The title of the book hll$ apparently been
tftken f rom the poeUl "And a Child Sings"
b.l· Isabelle Welty of Whitman College, in
which the following $ta n~ a occurs:
"I hat:e ",,,i ted for ,0mell.iNg
UNtil il eo"'e-
JJlindi'llg fla,k
And" '''oNted Name.
.\1.'1 limb. orr: "rONg willi lill inNer fl"me­I
,holt be free in tlltl morning--
And the },ill. are re"d!J for clin.biNg."
Although thc re"iewer for the Xew York
Times remarks that the mortality rate is
"'~ry high among college poets, we cnn hArdly
close without proplu;sying that some of tl,e
l10mes includcd among the contributors to
the anthology will become more widely
familiar a$ timc p .. ues. At any r .. te the
collection is a plc .. s .. nt reminder to the
world of the high hopes and intelleclUll1 .. d­ventures
which crown college life.
EI..NOR N. RoellE, '35.
H ilaire Belloe lind Gilbert K. Ches terton
ha"e been knighted in the Order of St. Greg­ory
the Great by Pope Pius XI in recogni­tion
of their litera ry defense of the church.
FISH ON FRIDAY
By L EON",RIl J. FEENC\', S. J.
"Delicious" is the only word opplicablc
to it. It seems stilted to sa)' that it is un­usuol
or interesting; it 's so I'e ry, very
fri endly. J ust like the tidbits of hi s simple
lovable poctry-only these sketches ATe a
wee bit more subsulIltial-bonbons; under­neath
the sweet, sweet exterior is the body
or essence which is ex .. etly what we want,
but it is hidden-a surpriu, tasting the bet­ter
therefor.
Father Feeuey has a tender, delightful
touch to his pen, and his sympathetic treat­ment
of ,Ioe J>alla"icino, Mrs. Boggiano and
Cousin Willie ple .. ses Ul;', for we I,al'e met
other J oes .. nd Cousin Wi1lie~-they nre old
friends to us. Father Feeney is not writ­ing
strange things or telling us odd f .. elli
hut he is renewing old sensations .. nd experi­ences.
We would ha"e hemmed and hawed
ond bumlJed head with "My Little Minister"
and felt just the same emb .. rrassed woy;
then, when the ice was broken, ju~t ~ lleh II
cool, restful sensation would ha,'c ]Jllued
through us.
A few tempting snlltches:
"1 went to aWllrd the degree of T. T.
( Tin~' Theologian) to any six or se,'en year
old dogmatist who could answer two ques­tions
on the Blessed Eneharist without fall·
ing into patent heresy."
"A little Illind is like a little bird. It
require¥ time li nd IJ .. tience to coax it out of
itl nest. But once aware of its wings and
sure of its billa nee, it will not be long in
exploring ond possessing the open sky."
A eilorae ter istic description :
"She wns fifty in her wrinkles, forty in
her cntllllsillSIllS, t ldrty in her dress, twenty
in her coiffure Ilnd up and down her teens
in her ideu."
One minute "ou think Father Fceney is
going to d ~8C ;i be something superl1otural,
but then it turns out to be "er~', \'ery human
and pathetic. You oetually feel S ister
Bridget's dejection ... hen she comes back to
ea rth after Leing rcsigned to acCC]Jt the
state of sainthood .
A priest is a ,'ery, very human being ond
often his outlook on life differs frolU ours
onl~' in being more attuned to sympotily and
fecJi n!t, as Asthore, Little Slipper Street,
The J ourney and Skeenarinka prove. A de­licious
book! "A study of human nature
lind of the fun a Catholic can get out of
life."
ABBIE MOSEV, '36, ----
The lite rary world Joms with C..tholie
edue .. tional world in mourlling the dedh of
the ltc,'. Cllar les L. O'Donnell, C.S.C., presi·
dent of Notre Dame University, who died
June -1-. H is death ends a remarkable career
in the fi elds of religion, letters, alld edul':lI­tion.
Page Jo'our
Hansa Stadt, Hamburg
By I NGF.IlORG GlUE, '36
B F IVE hour ride from the mouth
of the Elbe at Cuxha,-en, directly
upstream, will bring you to the city
of Hamburg. I'rogrcss br boat is
slow for the channel of the river is winding
and treacherous and onl y an experienced
pilot is qual ified to g uide the ship through
the ma~ e of sand banks and shoals. The
tediousness of the journey, however , is some­what
rclie,'cd b,I- the strange new sights
found on land and water. E ven a long
ways from Hamburg there is considerable
traffic ; oceall liners pass- f reighters and
passenger boats-bound for el'er), known
IltIrt of thc world,
Of eoursc el'eryone on board waves to you,
Soon- after the passengers have left behind
them the stormy North Sea and hal-c sailed
into the English Channel; after they have
passed the perpendicular chalk cliffs of
DOl-er and the French Calais ; wheu they
will ha l'e sai led past the Isle of Wight and
docked a while at Sauthamptoll ; and ",hen
ti,e lights of Cherbourg, shining like beacon
ligllts through the night, will ha\'e fad ed in­to
nothingness-there sha ll be naught but II
vast and Iimi t lcss expanse of s k~' and water,
with 110t el'en an occasional ship to rel ieve
the trying monotony, Small wonder, thcu,
that they are trying, as long as it is humanly
possible, to keep in contact with a people
and II civilization that they mao\, ne,'er see
again.
On either side of vou are mllrshv we!l­cultivated
lowla nds , \ 'ou see vast t;acts of
cherry orchards. Frequently lighthouses and
dikes loom up before you, That little hill
on the left, at whose foot and up whose side,
a town nestles S(I picturesquely, is Sui berg,
the only ele,'ation in the vici nity. T he town
is Blankenese, a favorite SundllY afternoon
resort of the people of Hamburg, H ere
they may wander leisurely through the deep
and shady decr Ilark, swim in t he Elbe, and
hal'e coffce and cake atOll the Sui berg in the
warm afternoon sunshine, while they watch
the procession of tiny ships slowly sailing
past below them.
As you allproach Hamburg, the Elbe be­comes
wider alld wider and el'er more active,
F r uit barges, fi shing boats, tugs, ferrier lind
sailboats seem to be e,'erywhere, so that now
t he warning siren of the steamer is more
frequent, Altona, Hamburg's Prussian sis­t
er-city, is situated on the left; on the right
are some of the world's largest shillyards,
As fa r liS the eye can reaell, it sees only
smoke-st acks lind chimneys, and sails and
scaffolds aud hulls of ships. The hustle a nd
bustle of Hambu rg'S harbor seems never end­ing
; it continues night and day, And over
it all watches with stern e)'e, a colossal
statue of IJismark, Germany 's iron chancel­lor,
who is buried in Friedrichsruhe, a few
miles south of the citl',
Through thc I'c ry ileart of Hambu rg, and
iuto the Elbe, flows the charming little
Alste r, which in the innermQst part of Ham­burg
widens into two lakes, the Blunen and
the Aussen-Alster. On the Aister, you see
no coal tugs lind fruit ba rges, no unsightly
steamer" ( for Gcrmans do not cOlllll1ercial -
T HE G LEANE R
ize beauty. ) You see only stately white sail­boats
and trim canoes tilled with laughing
young people. Here are 'no shipyards and
uglr factori es, but wel! -kept parks and mag­nificent
villas,
Around three sides of the Binnen-Alster
are exclusive department stores and office
buildings, separted from the ril'er by wide,
tree-pl"nted a,'cnues, As you pass from the
Binnen-into the Ausseu-Alster, you see on
th eimmediate left, set back agllinst the trees,
the Hamburg ."lIcht club. Almost opposite
is II modern bathing estllbli shment, A little
farther on is a fll11l0US coffee-house, ca lled
Wa Il'estchuder Fahrhaus, Its delightful
situation is especially im'iting to boatmen
and canOCrS who might W(lnt to rest a while
under the cool shade of willow trees and re­fresh
tlucmsek es with a cup of coffee and a
piece of Torte, All about you white s"'ans
are gliding over the waters, lending di stinct.­h'e
grace and charm to the ri" er,
Now the Alster becomes Ilarrower and,
instead of seeing the fronts of villas, you sec
only their lovely gardens. Weeping willows
ou either side form a perfect archway or
screen for those canocu who wish to observe
unobserl'cd. Up here there are few sailboats
but" great number of flat, cl,llloe-like boah,
broad at both ends, These canocs are quite
safe and rarely lose their equilibrium, so that
their occupants can recline peacefully a mong
the downy pillows, Iisteuing to the music of
a phonograph, and drillking coffee at all im­provised
ta ble which boasts of embroidered
doilies and even a I'ase of flower s. As you
get farther a way from the ci tr, yOll see
vegetable lind flowcr gardens, rented by
people who lil"e in alla rtment houses aud
t encments and who like a small plot of their
own to culth'ate,
Quite suddenly rou will find vourscl f in
a woodland country, POJlpenbll'ttel. The
Alster has become so narrow and shallow
that further Ilrogress by boat is impossible,
But, if course rou did not el